Did I believe in soul mates? If I had been asked this question a couple years back, I'm sure without hesitation I would have said I did, but the honest truth was I wasn't sure anymore. "I want to believe there are soul mates out there for everyone, but the truth is I don't know anymore." I looked up into Zachariah's eyes, and noticed that with the low lighting his eyes seemed to be brighter. If I believed in soul mates, who would mine be? Would it be Zachariah? I would like to believe that. I have like anyone, nor felt such a connection with anyone the way I did with him.

"I can say for a fact there are such things as soul mates. There is so much that I have to tell you, but just remember you can trust me. I would never do anything that would hurt you." He said, his voice had an edge to it that really confused me. I became nervous when he released me and stepped back a couple steps, leaving me feeling oddly cold.

"That wolf that chased you, wasn't just a normal wolf." He said, and I frowned. "He's what we call a rouge, one that doesn't belong to a pack, and there for is wild and dangerous. Not all of us are like that."

I stood there for a moment, confused. Did he just say 'us?' "Elehna, that wolf was a werewolf." I blinked a few time, then began to laugh. I laughed so hard that my eyes watered. "I'm serious."

I finally managed to stop laughing, expecting to see his amused face, but I didn't. He looked just as serious as he sounded, which made my laughter completely die. "Your kidding? A werewolf? Werewolves don't exist, at least not out of movies and books. Besides, if he was a werewolf why didn't he shift back and climb the tree after me?" I asked, I know that my voice held a snarky edge, but seriously what did he expect when he gives me this bull?

Zachariah's jaw clenching was the only indication of his irritation at my reply, "rouges if too far gone can't shift as easily as before. With his adrenaline pumping he probably couldn't shift. Besides, as I said I know it sounds crazy, but I'm telling you the truth."

I shook my head, "and what? Your a hunter? I seen the wolves body. It was 'still' a wolf and I assume you all killed it."

I watched as Zachariah shook his head slowly, almost cautiously and finally took a step back, not in fear, but because I was afraid I was going to smack him. Seriously he brought me all the way out here so he could tell me he liked me, kiss me and now he's telling me a whole bunch of crap about how werewolves exist, and I was apparently chased by one. I just don't understand what's going on in his head.

"That whole shifting back to human after your dead is a myth. Whichever form you die in is the form you'll keep. And, I'm not a hunter. I'm a werewolf." Calmly. He said it so calmly, and I knew he believed every word that he spoke. Myself on the other hand, was trying to figure out how and when he had become crazy. I talked to him the majority of the time I've been with his family, yet this is the first time he's said anything about wolves, or the like.

I crossed my arms defiantly, shrugging. "Show me. Prove to me that your a werewolf." I watched him tense, his muscles moving in his neck. My mind wondered, and I cursed the fact it was so dark. I could just imagine him muscles working under his shirt, but due to the poor lighting it was impossible to see.

"If I show you, I want your promise now that you wont run from me, you wont scream, and you will listen to what I have to say afterwards." I looked into his eyes, and again I seen no lies. I sighed and nodded. I waited for a moment, but nothing happened. Suddenly, and without warning cracking seemed to echo through the silent woods, my eyes trained on Zachariah as he bent ever so slightly. I could now see his back moving in odd ways, and honestly, I know I promised him I wouldn't scream, but this.... This was real! I took steps back, planting myself against a tree and refocused on the now large wolf in front of me. A scream lodged in my throat.

The wolf, which was so much bigger than the one that had chased me moved forward and I squeaked. The wolf- Zachariah's ears tilted back, and he lowered his head, crawling his way forward until he was right in front of me. His wet nose touched my arm, and I jerked away with a yelp. "P-please don't e-eat me!!" I could barely get my voice to work, let alone to scream for help. Who would help me anyways? If I wasn't imagining this, then was his entire family the same?

The wolf's pain filled whine brought me out of my hysterics. The sound piercing my heart as if I was the one who was sad. I didn't realize that I was hypervinalating until I focused back on the wolf in front of me, on Zachariah. "I-I believe you... P-Please... Go back.."

Zachariah stood up, and gave me one last look before he turned and disappeared behind a tree. I would have gotten up and ran, but I feared if I tried then I'd just fall flat on my face, and even if I was able to run I couldn't outrun a wolf. I'd already learned that lesson. Moments later, Zachariah emerged from behind the tree in nothing, but shorts. I would have taken the time to admire his body as my eyes raked over him, but I was too busy seeing if there was any other wolfy parts still there. "Elehna.." My eyes snapped to Zachariah's face, and I almost felt guilty by the pain that I seen, but I clamped my mouth shut. I wasn't going to feel sorry for acting the way I did. I just wouldn't. "I promised I wouldn't hurt you, you said you trust me. Trust me to keep my promise."

"Trust? TRUST?!" I yelled. "How could I trust you when you kept something this- this big from me? Your a wolf Zachariah! A wolf! And not a normal sized one either." I shook my head. "I want to leave, I have to leave. I can't stay here.. Your family? Are you all wolves, or is it just you?"

Zachariah sighed, "my whole family. We were born this way. Elehna, you promised you would hear what I have to say."

I laughed, "that was when I thought you were crazy!"

He suddenly walked towards me, and out of reflex I tried to back away now remembering I had a tree behind me. "We need to talk about this Elehna. There is a reason I'm telling you, please. Let's go back to the house and sit down." I bit my lip, my heart and body wanted to just accept what he was saying, to just move on, but my brain was saying the opposite.

"I'll listen to what you have to say, but if I want to leave after you have to promise me you'll let me go." I said, silently. His closeness and near nudity getting to me. I cursed my body for it's response to him.

He didn't answer for a moment, and then I heard him take a deep breath. "If you can't accept what I say, then I promise I will let you leave without interference." Even as he said the words I could feel my own heart chip. The defeat, the sadness, the longing, loneliness just the emotions in that scentence made me want to break down and cry, but I didn't amazingly. I held it together, slowly brushing against the tree to get away from him. I walked back to the house, my back straight and refusing to turn around. I mean if he was going to kill me, I really didn't want to see it coming.